CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Obama Crib Remix
(Ayy, Mino, is this catchy?)
Ayy, lil' Mino (Yetii)
Ayy, Mino, ayy, ayy, lil' Mino (99)
Ayy
My n***a off of that gas, yeah, he finna pa** out
In the high-rise wit' yo' ho, she got her a** out
And these n***as, they broke than a b*t*h, yeah, I got my racks out
Ayy, lil' n***a, you broke than a b*t*h, you still in yo' dad house
Ayy, just copped a lil' crib, that sh*t look like Obama crib
Ayy, you broke than a b*t*h, lil' n***a, you where yo' momma live
Ayy, hop on this lil' a** beat, n***a ain't doin' no adlib
I dropped like five racks and it's still in my bag still
Ayy, n***a say he got smoke, then meet me in Saks Fifth
Ayy, lil' n***a, you broke as f**k and he goin' out sad still
Ayy, my n***a, he ride wit' the K and that n***a he down to kill
Ayy, we just scored on some Wock', n***a, that sh*t still sealed
One call up my shooter, I can get you killеd
Can't say no names but just know he could get your brain spillеd
And no way ain't no one on one, I brought the gang here
(Fight back, n***a, fight back)
That's the sound of the shotgun, midway it go through his back
I-I-I call up my shooters, know my shooters on attack
I need me a Glock and that lil' drum, it came attached
My lil' shooters in the roof but me and Jay run through the back
Aye, aye, y'all go through the roof, we gon' go through the back, aiight, bet
We finna zip him up, body bag, toe tag, we finna put him in
And I be with them shooters, who don't lose 'cause we just slide the win
Chrome Hearts and Bape my body
Yeah, she told me I'm her type of man
Ayy, lil' Mino (Yetii)
Ayy, Mino, ayy, ayy, lil' Mino (99)
Ayy
My n***a off of that gas, yeah, he finna pa** out
In the high-rise wit' yo' ho, she got her a** out
And these n***as, they broke than a b*t*h, yeah, I got my racks out
Ayy, lil' n***a, you broke than a b*t*h, you still in yo' dad house
Ayy, just copped a lil' crib, that sh*t look like Obama crib
Ayy, you broke than a b*t*h, lil' n***a, you where yo' momma live
Ayy, hop on this lil' a** beat, n***a ain't doin' no adlib
I dropped like five racks and it's still in my bag still
Ayy, n***a say he got smoke, then meet me in Saks Fifth
Ayy, lil' n***a, you broke as f**k and he goin' out sad still
Ayy, my n***a, he ride wit' the K and that n***a he down to kill
Ayy, we just scored on some Wock', n***a, that sh*t still sealed
One call up my shooter, I can get you killеd
Can't say no names but just know he could get your brain spillеd
And no way ain't no one on one, I brought the gang here
(Fight back, n***a, fight back)
That's the sound of the shotgun, midway it go through his back
I-I-I call up my shooters, know my shooters on attack
I need me a Glock and that lil' drum, it came attached
My lil' shooters in the roof but me and Jay run through the back
Aye, aye, y'all go through the roof, we gon' go through the back, aiight, bet
We finna zip him up, body bag, toe tag, we finna put him in
And I be with them shooters, who don't lose 'cause we just slide the win
Chrome Hearts and Bape my body
Yeah, she told me I'm her type of man
